Life’s a Beach – Suntan Rondeau

To tan the skin as red bordeaux
on beach`ed spit turn bodies slow!
We mix our potion, so divine
of baby oil and iodine
and roasted skin until it glowed!
We cared not for the after show:
the blistered carcass with its blow
flies swarming over oily brine
to tan the skin.
We smile regretfully with woe;
with crusty, withered soul below.
Our bodies broiled in vintage wine
of ego, thus our own design.
The body’s just a slave, you know
to tan the skin.
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